I know from the first gulf what mygrandfather means and what does mean to understand PTSD and what I wentthrough in 2017 started a second PTSD through...shelter / religious abuseI am living with and using the techniques to avoid too many down days,it still means with many morning events I can't make even to a Sundaycoffee at church because I wake up later.The song "Fernando" I see is about a woman who loves her partner andreleases the partner is living with PTSD triggered by canons, guns,. Faster amd faster.After I built up some speed he grabbed me and pulled me back towards him. I put my feet on his knees and leaned back with his support. I grabbed my nipples and started using my legs to ride him. My cock was flapping around, slinging my leaking precum in every direction. I was moaning so loud I thought the neighbors might call the cops.Dave's hands held me down on his dick and he moved me back and forth. He's larger and stronger than I am, so I was completely under his control.. Economics…oh how exciting! The next Wednesday she found herself taking personal notes in Mr. Torres’s class. Why not? Her paper had been finished the day he assigned it and there really wasn’t much for her to do. Ben was going over the Woman’s Rights Movement and Susie yawned mentally. On her personal notes she circled her note stating the ownership of women by men. Immediately she felt herself grow wet as her nipples hardened. Jotting down her thoughts of a woman belonging to a man and how. Again Goldie pushed his large knot until it sealed Rhonda’s pussy and again planted his doggy seed deep inside. Puffing and panting he lay on Rhonda’s back and finally he was able to withdraw. He laid down on the deck and licked his cock and then rested. It had been a frantic introduction to his new life with his two bitches.Victor stepped out onto the deck. “Having fun?” he asked. Both women smiled. The sort of smile that said “hell yes”. Rhonda eyed off his still erect penis. Back in the deck.